Process Analysis Essay - Daily Ritual The clock reads 5:02 when I'm viciously jerked out of an interesting dream by the sound of my father pounding on the door. "Time to get up," he calls. I groan in response and lie in the dark for a few minutes. Then I drag myself up and try to maneuver myself off the bed without stepping on one of the many piles of notebooks, comics, textbooks and other oddities …
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…not social until at least second block. When the gate on the "food court" opens, I go get something to eat. I get a bag of Jax, which I know isn't a traditional breakfast food, but I only have fifty cents if I still want to buy a lunch, and all "baked goods" look stale. I go back to the bench and nibble the cheese doodles until the bell rings, and then trudge to class.